Monday, October 08, 2007

Mysore & Pondicherry, circa 2007

Lacquered and painted
you arrive, embalmed
Ready to be taken apart
by the sequential reels
Running rapidly in the back
Of the eye.
Wet
Blurry
Lost

I bought a blue set
of round cakes
of myriad watercolours
To paint my face on your time
They dripped
And ran into the weave.
Lost
Confused
Taunting.

Our rhythms never matched
Yoked by arcane magnets
Proceeded to cut into raw flesh
Lights flashed when the plane took off
The soil left behind burnt red brown.
The night is often vivid with sensations
Of a warm body and breath lost
Swimming
Dissipated
Alienated.

I woke up to coffee and newspaper and you one morning
And never slept again.



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